There I was at MITM VI, minding my own business, sipping a beverage and idly thinking about the backwards (ass to the camera) Wench/Bitch vision I'd observed only a few minutes before.

The reverie is broken by Chuck Lanter, and everything from his grin to his walk tells me that he's up to no good.

"You need to be a slug", says Chuck.
"Oh?", says I.
"Yup", says Chuck. "You've been slimed. Now go get in the photo."

In retrospect, I suppose it makes sense. Lots of miles with fellow slugs. Lots of _those_ miles in the rain . And like the applicable namesakes (Ghost/slug), I have a nearly florescent white skin tone.

Feels like some weird AA meeting.

"My name is Ghost, and I'm a slug."

Ride light,

Ghost
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